There were days she’d go in to work and have nothing to do. Literally no projects. No assignments. Not even a measly, mindless task. To keep herself from going mad, Mom began bringing in her personal iPad.

Eager to start my second day of the trip, I dashed into the subway station weaving through the commute crowd. I clearly didn’t belong – my stuffed vintage backpack stood apart from the worn, tired briefcases and purses.

As tributes to the Queen of Soul rippled across the country and around the world Thursday morning, over 400 US newspaper editorial boards joined a call from the Boston Globe to demand their own R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

It’s stunning which of life’s details burrow themselves into memory then latch on and root. And which ones don’t make the cut. I don’t remember what I said to Jackie or even calling out to her after seeing Nikki held captive.

Eight years ago my teenage daughter and mom traveled to Washington D.C. for President Barack Obama's inauguration. They braved the bitter cold and the crushing crowds to celebrate history - an African American sworn in as POTUS. Like millions, I was stunned November 8th ...

There were days she’d go in to work and have nothing to do. Literally no projects. No assignments. Not even a measly, mindless task. To keep herself from going mad, Mom began bringing in her personal iPad.

Eager to start my second day of the trip, I dashed into the subway station weaving through the commute crowd. I clearly didn’t belong – my stuffed vintage backpack stood apart from the worn, tired briefcases and purses.

As tributes to the Queen of Soul rippled across the country and around the world Thursday morning, over 400 US newspaper editorial boards joined a call from the Boston Globe to demand their own R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

It’s stunning which of life’s details burrow themselves into memory then latch on and root. And which ones don’t make the cut. I don’t remember what I said to Jackie or even calling out to her after seeing Nikki held captive.

Eight years ago my teenage daughter and mom traveled to Washington D.C. for President Barack Obama's inauguration. They braved the bitter cold and the crushing crowds to celebrate history - an African American sworn in as POTUS. Like millions, I was stunned November 8th ...

I didn’t plan it this way, but my bootleg show, Friend or Foe, was a three-fer. First, my newly found spotlight from Frenimies shown even brighter. I went from assumed killer and over the hill has-been to a global competition star. ...

What I told Jackie that night when I opened up for the first time, and what I’ll tell you now, is that the year Tams died my life turned to shit. Two years later it still hurts to write those words: ‘Tams Died.’ It hurts even more ‘cause I killed her. ...

I’ve always bucked trends. Successful black man in high-profile industry that was controlled by Caucasian males for almost a century. Never a wisp of scandal or intrigue. Professional, responsible, all-round family dude. Married to to the same woman for 22 years ...

How can I describe The City? It’s cliche, I know, but words just don’t do it justice. It’s this alive, pulsing amalgamation of breathtaking architecture overrun by a global smorgasbord of ethnicities, languages, and dialects.

Five years ago The Complex was the generic Whispering Gardens Apartments placed in a rundown, income challenged neighborhood 12 miles south of The City. And no, before you ask, there wasn’t a garden in sight, whispering or otherwise. Then, with the economy ...